Looking back my eyes wander pages for a word to grab. Little else inhabits the decision.
First landing on the word, ruffles which pushes off my tongue – I can almost imagine the sound of the word, the movement of my lips creating a ruffle in the air.
On to patron – a funny word – a patron of the arts, how else might I use it, a restaurant patron though it has been sometime now.
And skitters – I remember writing this word as I watched an anole skitter across one of the broad cast iron leaves outside my window, or maybe it was the bark on the elm tree. Like ruffles, a fun word to say, the way your tongue pushes against your teeth as you shape it.
Anole – captured on another page, always just outside my window. If not written everyday certainly encountered daily this time of year.
Concrete – there were years before I knew the difference between concrete and cement. If you’re not sure – cement sticks things together.
Puzzle pieces – a useful word when you’re building a metaphor though it’s rare when the comparison has such defined edges.
Sabbath – today though less distinguishable from other days right now. Still there are some rituals which identify it as the sabbath.
And community where I have returned on this sabbath in June to write, share, read and grow.
So today’s captured words reflect the time in which they were written. I wonder how common that is. Sound and time and random bits.